A grand banquet. That is the scene in front of me. I'm almost impressed by how quickly father set this up. Or perhaps, he had this planned for quite a while. I don't really know, father has a habit of keeping things from me. So I'm not all that surprised at this point. What I am surprised about is that I'm to be married to Prince Charming. 

"Ah," Father says waving me over, "Freya, come. Meet our guests." Eyeing his "guests", I simply nod despite my silent disapproval. Of course, as the only daughter to the king, I can't possibly even think of disobeying my father. Especially in front of The King of Osctacar. It would be blasphemy.

"Freya, meet Charming." My father announces with the biggest grin he can. Lifting my gaze from the floor, I'm met face to face with the famous Prince Charming of Ostacar. 

I smile as I politely bow. Charming quickly follows suit. "It is a pleasure to meet you Prince Charming." 

"Likewise." In a smooth motion, Charming grabs my hand and plants a kiss on the back of my hand with a smile. I can only bring myself to awkwardly laugh to hide my discomfort.  "I am utterly baffled as to how your beauty has been hidden from me all my life." Charming says still grasping my hand.

"Oh, it's probably because we live in different countries." I chuckle, removing my hand from his. 

"Ohoho!" King Alistair bellows. "Well, isn't she humorous!" 

Humorous? I wasn't trying to be funny. Maybe he's trying to butter up father? It's certainly possible. But Prince Charming, he seems completely different from his father. He's... intimidating, even though he's smiling. I feel like he's putting on a facade.